I've always looked at shoes as being immensely beautiful things.
-Graham Coxon
Monday, June 8, 2009
How Many Pairs Do YOU Have?
I was curious. Curious about just how many pairs of flip-flops I own. I decided to do a count. 46 pairs. I have 46 pairs of flip-flops in my closet. There are probably a few stray pairs floating around other areas of my house or in my car. Please note that this is only a count of my flip-flops. This does not include sandals, wedges, or any of my other shoes. I am now thinking I might just need to do a count and see how many total pairs of shoes I own. That could be interesting and slightly disturbing.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Words of Wisdom
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
~ Author Unknown
Friday, June 5, 2009
Words of Wisdom
Write it down. Written goals have a way of transforming wishes into wants; cant's into cans; dreams into plans; and plans into reality. Don't just think it—ink it!
~ Author Unknown
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Words of Wisdom
Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
-David Hume, Essays "Of Tragedy"
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Miss Independent
I have come to the conclusion that I might just be better off single. Really. When there is a potential guy that I'm interested in; I become one of "those" girls. I hate "those" girls. Obsessed, crazed, needy, jealous. The list could go on, but you get the picture. And what a sad and pathetic picture it is. I mean, I think it just naturally happens.
Right now I am 'Miss Independent'. I have my own house, I support myself, and I pretty much do what I want when I want. I don't have to ask or tell a significant other what's going on. I don't have to check in with anyone or feel guilty about not spending a certain amount of time with them. Sadly, though, when I was in relationships, I became very dependent on that other person. Too much so. The thought of that saddens me now. When my last relationship ended my cousin asked if I even remembered how to pump my own gas because the boyfriend would always take care of that for me. How sad is that?
I have always considered myself to be an independent girl. Growing up I never minded doing things alone. It's just my nature. It makes me wonder: Have I become too independent during these last few years of singledom to return to my old relationship ways? Living alone for so long has almost made me selfish. I cherish my alone time and enjoy my schedule as it is. I like the fact that I can lay around my house all night and do the things that I want to do; bad habits and all. The thought of giving some of that up is not completely appealing to me.
Right now I am 'Miss Independent'. I have my own house, I support myself, and I pretty much do what I want when I want. I don't have to ask or tell a significant other what's going on. I don't have to check in with anyone or feel guilty about not spending a certain amount of time with them. Sadly, though, when I was in relationships, I became very dependent on that other person. Too much so. The thought of that saddens me now. When my last relationship ended my cousin asked if I even remembered how to pump my own gas because the boyfriend would always take care of that for me. How sad is that?
I have always considered myself to be an independent girl. Growing up I never minded doing things alone. It's just my nature. It makes me wonder: Have I become too independent during these last few years of singledom to return to my old relationship ways? Living alone for so long has almost made me selfish. I cherish my alone time and enjoy my schedule as it is. I like the fact that I can lay around my house all night and do the things that I want to do; bad habits and all. The thought of giving some of that up is not completely appealing to me.
It's Been Awhile...
So, I am going to admit this sad little fact. I have now been single for 3 years and 7 months. Whoa! Has there ever been a girl in the world that has been single that long!?! Am I a record-holder? It is quite possible and actually admitting it makes me feel almost a bit embarrassed. So, what's my deal? Why single sooooo long? There are actually many reasons for my singleness.
1. My last break-up was bad. I was very sad. An engagement and my life as I knew it had abruptly ended. Not by my choice, I might add. I needed mucho time to heal and I needed to be ALONE. A lot of changes happened very quickly in my life. I lost my best friend and fiance. I was graduating from college. I was soon-to-be interviewing for my first teaching job. I had to search for a new place to live. I lost a lot of my friends that were "our" friends. A lot had to be sorted through and figured out. It took a lot of time. In a sense, I had to create a new "me" and start all over. It was hard. It's over though. Time has done its job and healed and I am totally and completely fine with it now. Sure, it's still a sad and low point in my life to think about, but I came through it and feel that I'm that much stronger and better for it.
About a year after my break-up I went on a "date". I thought I was ready, but as the night progressed, I knew that I wasn't. I ended up locking myself in the bathroom stall and had a good cry. I felt pathetic, but I knew that it just wasn't time for me to date again. Each person is different and I feel that you should allow yourself as much time as needed. You gots to take care of #1 first. That's the way I see it.
2. I am very picky about men. Now, my mother kindly reminded me the other day that I am no "raving beauty" so I shouldn't be so picky. Gee. Thanks for the support and major self-esteem boost. Nothing quite like hearing that. Yes, I am aware that I am not stunningly beautiful and a man's "ideal" woman by any stretch, but I do have standards. I set them high. I feel that I am worth that. My past relationships obviously didn't work out too well for me, so I have raised the bar a bit. Quite a bit. This is why I love my blog quote and relate to it so well. I'm just waiting on MY butterflies. I'd like to find someone that gives me "that" feeling.
3. I'm just not good with the whole dating scene. I guess I'm waiting for my Mr. Right to come knock on my door and we'll live happily ever after. I don't know. I'm just not good with putting myself out there and taking chances. I feel too vulnerable and am afraid of getting hurt again. I have trust issues, unfortunately.
1. My last break-up was bad. I was very sad. An engagement and my life as I knew it had abruptly ended. Not by my choice, I might add. I needed mucho time to heal and I needed to be ALONE. A lot of changes happened very quickly in my life. I lost my best friend and fiance. I was graduating from college. I was soon-to-be interviewing for my first teaching job. I had to search for a new place to live. I lost a lot of my friends that were "our" friends. A lot had to be sorted through and figured out. It took a lot of time. In a sense, I had to create a new "me" and start all over. It was hard. It's over though. Time has done its job and healed and I am totally and completely fine with it now. Sure, it's still a sad and low point in my life to think about, but I came through it and feel that I'm that much stronger and better for it.
About a year after my break-up I went on a "date". I thought I was ready, but as the night progressed, I knew that I wasn't. I ended up locking myself in the bathroom stall and had a good cry. I felt pathetic, but I knew that it just wasn't time for me to date again. Each person is different and I feel that you should allow yourself as much time as needed. You gots to take care of #1 first. That's the way I see it.
2. I am very picky about men. Now, my mother kindly reminded me the other day that I am no "raving beauty" so I shouldn't be so picky. Gee. Thanks for the support and major self-esteem boost. Nothing quite like hearing that. Yes, I am aware that I am not stunningly beautiful and a man's "ideal" woman by any stretch, but I do have standards. I set them high. I feel that I am worth that. My past relationships obviously didn't work out too well for me, so I have raised the bar a bit. Quite a bit. This is why I love my blog quote and relate to it so well. I'm just waiting on MY butterflies. I'd like to find someone that gives me "that" feeling.
3. I'm just not good with the whole dating scene. I guess I'm waiting for my Mr. Right to come knock on my door and we'll live happily ever after. I don't know. I'm just not good with putting myself out there and taking chances. I feel too vulnerable and am afraid of getting hurt again. I have trust issues, unfortunately.
Let's Have a Re-gift Party!
Have you ever opened a gift and thought, "What is this?" or "What am I ever going to use this for?" Maybe you just think things like, "This is the fugliest thing ever." Whatever the murmurings may be that go on inside your head, we have all had these experiences during gift-opening moments.
I don't know about you, but I have a hallway closet with an entire shelf, almost two shelves now, dedicated to gifts of Christmas-Birthday-whatever the occasion may be-Pasts.
My friend Ashley and I (we are both teachers) were talking about our upcoming End of School bash that we were planning to have at a local restaurant. Some how we brought up crap gifts that we have gotten, one thing led to another, BadaBing BadaBoom, and the idea of having a re-gift party was born. Genius.
All attendees were told to bring a gift to re-gift. No money could be spent on a gift. It needed to be something from the Closet of Gifts-Past.
I regret not taking a picture of my re-gifting gift that I took to the bash. Descriptions will have to do. My gift held a lovely bottle of Rose scented lotion. The label claimed 'Rose', but should have been 'Poo'. What better to go with the lotion than a box of Rose bath salts. Run some warm bath water, pour the poo bath salts, and soak. Aah! Then for an extra application of the delectable scent, lather on the lotion. Sounds like a wonderful gift so far! Also included was a snowman tea light holder, a 'Don't sweat the small stuff' magnet with a cheesy quote on it, and a notepad with a pig pushing a shopping cart that read, "To Market, To Market". Now, the BEST item, in my opinion, was a sheepskin seat belt cover. Yessssssss! So practical, so useful, so totally stylish. Yeah, it was hard to give all that up. Because my gifts were so classy, it had to be wrapped in a classy way, of course. What should hold such delightful gifts you ask? Why, a plastic grocery sack, of course! Silly!
Now, on to what I received at the re-gift party. I LOVED my gift. No, seriously. We played Dirty Santa-style and I stole my re-gifted gift from another recipient. So, obviously, I really wanted the dissed gift. I received kid toys. More specifically, toys made for boys that are into playing Cowboys and Robbers. I got a plastic gun that shoots and makes a 'pop' sound, a plastic Deputy Marshall badge, and handcuffs! I scored. Big time. Pretty much, I wore the badge on my shirt all night, shot the gun repeatedly at patrons, and handcuffed Ashley to her chair for awhile. The gift should have just had a gift tag with my name on it. It was perfect. For me.
I can see your wheels turning. You are about to go to your hallway closet and rummage through your crap gifts, aren't you? Then you're going to tell all your friends about the re-gifting party you're going to host, aren't you? Yeah, I thought so. You won't be sorry. I hope you get something good to go back in your closet!
I don't know about you, but I have a hallway closet with an entire shelf, almost two shelves now, dedicated to gifts of Christmas-Birthday-whatever the occasion may be-Pasts.
My friend Ashley and I (we are both teachers) were talking about our upcoming End of School bash that we were planning to have at a local restaurant. Some how we brought up crap gifts that we have gotten, one thing led to another, BadaBing BadaBoom, and the idea of having a re-gift party was born. Genius.
All attendees were told to bring a gift to re-gift. No money could be spent on a gift. It needed to be something from the Closet of Gifts-Past.
I regret not taking a picture of my re-gifting gift that I took to the bash. Descriptions will have to do. My gift held a lovely bottle of Rose scented lotion. The label claimed 'Rose', but should have been 'Poo'. What better to go with the lotion than a box of Rose bath salts. Run some warm bath water, pour the poo bath salts, and soak. Aah! Then for an extra application of the delectable scent, lather on the lotion. Sounds like a wonderful gift so far! Also included was a snowman tea light holder, a 'Don't sweat the small stuff' magnet with a cheesy quote on it, and a notepad with a pig pushing a shopping cart that read, "To Market, To Market". Now, the BEST item, in my opinion, was a sheepskin seat belt cover. Yessssssss! So practical, so useful, so totally stylish. Yeah, it was hard to give all that up. Because my gifts were so classy, it had to be wrapped in a classy way, of course. What should hold such delightful gifts you ask? Why, a plastic grocery sack, of course! Silly!
Now, on to what I received at the re-gift party. I LOVED my gift. No, seriously. We played Dirty Santa-style and I stole my re-gifted gift from another recipient. So, obviously, I really wanted the dissed gift. I received kid toys. More specifically, toys made for boys that are into playing Cowboys and Robbers. I got a plastic gun that shoots and makes a 'pop' sound, a plastic Deputy Marshall badge, and handcuffs! I scored. Big time. Pretty much, I wore the badge on my shirt all night, shot the gun repeatedly at patrons, and handcuffed Ashley to her chair for awhile. The gift should have just had a gift tag with my name on it. It was perfect. For me.
I can see your wheels turning. You are about to go to your hallway closet and rummage through your crap gifts, aren't you? Then you're going to tell all your friends about the re-gifting party you're going to host, aren't you? Yeah, I thought so. You won't be sorry. I hope you get something good to go back in your closet!
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